Master Zuojing is sticking to me again

After the beginning of the third year of high school, Wen Xiaoyu spent more time in the hospital than in school.

Old Zhao would come over to sit down from time to time, but he wasn't too worried about Wen Xiaoyu's grades, and only advised him not to put too much pressure on him.

The classmates in the class knew about his family and sent Gao Le and Xiaopang as representatives to visit.The two of them conveyed the meaning of their classmates wanting to raise money for him, but Wen Xiaoyu refused.

Grandma Wen is old and her condition is serious. Surgery and chemotherapy are meaningless, and now she can only be treated conservatively.She also knew that it was just a waste of time.

But she can't say such words, every time after being tortured by pain, when Wen Xiaoyu said such words subconsciously, the expression on Wen Xiaoyu's expression was stronger than the pain caused by cancer.

She was already thin, and now she is getting skinnier.Late at night in the midwinter season, there was sufficient heating in the ward, and Wen Xiaoyu held her dry and cold hand, feeling that it was not warm no matter how warm it was.Obviously her hands were so warm and strong before, they could support a whole house.

"You are not allowed to say such things again." Wen Xiaoyu said with red eyes, "Our family's situation is getting better and better now, don't you want to enjoy more happiness?"

"As long as you and your brother are doing well, I'll be happy." Grandma Wen's voice was weak, and the tiredness that couldn't be hidden was on her face.

"Yes, think about my brother." Wen Xiaoyu softly coaxed the old lady, "He has just grown up, so you should spend more time with him."

"Silly Ayu, you are even more stupid than your brother. Although your brother is not good at thinking, he will be carefree all his life, not to mention he still has you. But what about you?" Grandma Wen held his hand tightly ,The kind eyes are full of worry, "You always carry other people's lives on your own, what should you do?"

Wen Xiaoyu lowered her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes to conceal the emotion in her eyes, her originally resolute face was filled with indescribable sadness.

"Grandma, I'm not afraid of being tired, I..." He paused, suppressed the choking in his throat, and continued, "I have lost a lot of things, and I don't want to feel that powerless feeling anymore, so I have to work hard, Hold everything I want firmly in the palm of my hand."

"If you say you are stupid, you are really stupid." Grandma Wen forced a smile and said with her eyes half closed, "You have to know that losing is the normal state of life, and you can't do many things by yourself Yes. In the process, as long as you don’t do things that you regret, that’s already fine.”

After she finished speaking, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and her whole body shriveled up quickly, and she closed her eyes slightly.Wen Xiaoyu's heart suddenly jumped wildly, and an uncontrollable fear surrounded him, and he didn't even dare to breathe hard.

And Grandma Wen seemed to just take a nap, and after recovering enough energy, she opened her eyes again, showing her usual gentle smile, and even her voice was a little stronger than before: "The box I asked you to go home to find, you Did you bring it?"

"Bring it." Wen Xiaoyu exhaled secretly, got up and went to look through her backpack on the table by the window.

When I looked up, I found that it had snowed heavily outside, and there was a thick layer of white everywhere.Snowflakes like goose feathers are falling silently, and the night sky is also silent, as if something is passing silently.

He suppressed his extreme uneasiness, and returned to the hospital bed with the wooden brocade box.The box was wrapped in a layer of dark blue brocade, and the edges and corners were a little frayed, looking very old.

Grandma Wen opened it with her own hands, and there were a few old photos inside, including black and white photos of her and grandpa when they were young, family photos of their family, and more photos of him and Wen Muchen when they were young.

She unfolded them one by one, and traced them carefully with her thin fingers, each one was a story, which she told him softly.Finally, she took out a small red bag from the box.

The bag was tarnished and dark red, with the word "囍" embroidered with the same dull gold thread.Grandma Wen poured out two plain gold rings from it, and put them in her palms, fondling them lovingly.

Her face slowly showed a brilliance that Wen Xiaoyu had never seen before, and her originally chaotic eyes gradually cleared up. She said: "This is the wedding ring for me and your grandfather. When the family is most difficult, I also No thought of selling them."

She took Wen Xiaoyu's hand and put the ring in his palm.She closed her palms together, looked at him with a smile, and said nothing.

Wen Xiaoyu was a little flustered, and wanted to pull out her hand, but she didn't dare to use force, and said, "Grandma, you can keep it for my brother later, I..."

"Your brother, that little money fanatic, just give him the money, and he won't use it even if you give it to him." As Grandma Wen said, her other hand came up and took Wen Xiaoyu's hand completely.

Her hands are no longer so cold, nor are they warm, there is a kind of warm ironing.Wen Xiaoyu closed her eyes, lowered her head, and rested her forehead on the back of her hand.

She pulled out a hand, stroked Wen Xiaoyu's hair, and sighed: "It's just a family like Aran... What will you do in the future?"

Wen Xiaoyu suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head in surprise, but understood in an instant.His old lady is so smart, how could she not see it.

"We'll be fine, Grandma, don't worry." Wen Xiaoyu showed a smile that was rarely relaxed in the past few days, "He Xiran is very good now, I will take him out."

"Okay, okay." With wet tears in her eyes, Grandma Wen held his hand tightly and said, "It's a pity..."

"Grandma." Wen Xiaoyu interrupted her unlucky words, and said coquettishly to her like a disobedient child, "You'll get better soon, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, I'll take him to kowtow to you to get the lucky money."

"No problem, I'll give him a big red envelope." Grandma Wen smiled, but the worry in her eyes did not dissipate.

She sighed, and then said: "You two are too young, and your temper is too stubborn. If you two are together, if you want to go for a long time, the most important thing is to understand and tolerate each other. A Ran was born in such a family, raised It's not his fault to have that kind of temperament. When you encounter something in the future, you have to give him a little more, you know?"

After the old lady said these words, her voice was so weak that it couldn't be any weaker. Even though she was worried, she no longer had the strength to continue speaking.With the last sliver of willpower, the half-drooped eyelids were holding on, unwilling to drop completely.

Wen Xiaoyu put her hand to the side of her face, and said softly: "Got it, grandma, don't worry, we will all be fine."

Accompanied by Wen Xiaoyu's soft but firm voice, she nodded imperceptibly and closed her eyes slowly.

Grandma Wen was in a coma for three days. She didn't wait for the New Year to come, and died on the day when the heavy winter snow stopped.

After the funeral, Wen Muchen developed a high fever.He already has a concept of life and death, knowing that after death, he will never see him again. He cries for his grandma every day in his sleep, and his heartbroken appearance makes people feel uncomfortable.

Wen Xiaoyu finished the school's final exam and ran back home without delay. When he entered the door, his brother was crying heartbreakingly. The child star was coaxing him, and he was wiping tears.

"Why are you here to join in the fun?" Wen Xiaoyu took Wen Muchen into his arms, kicked the child actor's feet, and said, "Go to sleep for a while, the bags under your eyes are on the ground."

"You still have the nerve to talk about others. With your ghostly appearance, I wouldn't be surprised if you died suddenly in the next second." Tong Xing finished speaking in a nasal voice, realized that he had said an unlucky word, and quickly slapped himself on the mouth A slap.

"Don't talk anymore, I'll make dinner." He waved his hand and walked out with a little burden on his back.

When Wen Muchen saw Wen Xiaoyu, his condition was a little better, and his voice was completely hoarse from crying, so he couldn't make a sound, so he just sobbed in his arms.

"Stop crying bro, I'm on vacation, and I'll be with you at home every day. If you miss grandma, just look at me, and I'll look at you too. When we look at each other, I don't feel so uncomfortable." He hugged and lost weight. Lots of Wen Muchen patted him on the back.

"But, I still miss grandma, especially." Wen Muchen said intermittently in a breathy voice.

"I know, I miss her too." Wen Xiaoyu's voice also became hoarse.

He Xiran brought water in from the outside, seeing this scene, his eyes were also red.He put the water aside, put his arms around Wen Xiaoyu, let him lean on him, and patted his shoulder lightly.

The three of them didn't speak any more, they just cuddled together, watching the sky outside gradually darken.

On New Year's Eve, there were no more red lanterns and Spring Festival couplets in the house. Only one person was missing, but it seemed very deserted.

Tong Xing worked in the kitchen all afternoon, Wen Xiaoyu helped him, and finally made a few decent dishes, so that the New Year's Eve dinner would not be too sloppy.

Wen Muchen doesn't feel good eating meat anymore, probably because he cried secretly just now, his eyes are still a little swollen, and he doesn't speak, just grinning his head while eating.

Tong Xing served him a bowl of soup and asked, "Brother, is the food I cook delicious?"

Wen Muchen nodded.The child star wanted to make him happy, so he joked: "Then you can call me grandma from now on, I will cook for you every day."

Before Wen Muchen said anything, Wen Xiaoyu kicked him under the table and cursed, "Who the hell are you taking advantage of?"

"Ouch!" the child star exaggeratedly exclaimed, "I take care of your food and drink every day, what's wrong with calling me grandma?"

They were arguing here, and when Wen Muchen laughed "puchi", a grain of rice sprayed out from his nostrils, and he was stunned.

Tong Xing pointed at him and laughed, and Wen Xiaoyu wiped his nose with a smile. This New Year's Eve dinner finally felt a little bit more enjoyable.

After the meal, Wen Xiaoyu sent Wen Muchen a thick red envelope, and the child star also took the opportunity to rob a fortune, sitting on the sofa with Wen Muchen, counting the money while watching the Spring Festival Gala.

Wen Xiaoyu shook his head with a smile, took the cigarette case to the yard to smoke, and glanced at the small dark building next door.

As soon as he took out his mobile phone, Tong Xing came out of the house and asked him: "Didn't you take the fast art test, you concentrate on preparing for your test, I will ask for leave to stay at home with my brother."

"There's nothing to prepare for, but the exam is more troublesome, and I have to go to city B to stay for a while." Wen Xiaoyu said.

"Go ahead and do it boldly! Director Wen Da, I'm still waiting for you to give me a movie dividend." The child star waved his hand.

Wen Xiaoyu thumped his shoulder with his fist: "You don't need to say, as long as you have done for our family in the past two years, you can share as much as you want."

"Hmph, that's necessary, I have dedicated my great youth to you, why don't you give me some compensation." Tong Xing said with a shy expression while smoking a cigarette.

"Tsk." Wen Xiaoyu said with a look of disgust, "This sounds a bit disgusting, I have to wash my ears."

After the two chatted for a while, fireworks and firecrackers started to be set off outside.Tong Xing went back to the house to accompany Wen Muchen, Wen Xiaoyu smoked another cigarette, and when he was about to enter the house, he heard a faint knock on the door.

Not sure, but he went to open the door anyway.Looking outside, He Xiran was standing at the door, his cute smile was brightly reflected by the sky filled with fireworks.

"Happy New Year, Wen Xiaoyu." He said with a smile.

"Happy New Year." Wen Xiaoyu pulled him into the house, hugged him and asked, "Why are you here now, don't you have to stay at home with your mother?"

"She's already asleep. I want to spend the New Year with you, so I came here." He Xiran leaned on his shoulder, sniffed his neck like a puppy, and said, "I'll sleep at your place tonight."

Back in the room, He Xiran skillfully locked the door, before turning around, Wen Xiaoyu pressed against the door and kissed her.

They hadn't been intimate for a long time, their lips and teeth were intertwined and they couldn't control it anymore, Wen Xiaoyu hugged him horizontally and put him on the bed, the moment his skin touched, the heart that had been so cold in the midwinter snowy night really warmed up slowly.

The fireworks outside the window lit up the night sky, then gradually descended and returned to silence.

The rapid panting in the room calmed down, and they relieved each other once with their hands. They were so comfortable that their bones were soft, and they were nestled in the warm quilt, and no one wanted to move.

It was the first time for the two of them to do such a thing, and He Xiran was a little shy, facing the wall to cool himself down.

But Wen Xiaoyu didn't let him go, stuck up from behind, and asked, "Don't you like it?"

He didn't have the nerve to say he liked it now, his face turned red up to his neck, he pushed Wen Xiaoyu with his elbow, and muttered: "Stay away from me."

Wen Xiaoyu chuckled twice, without saying a word, he stretched out his arms to hug him.

He Xiran felt that the ring finger of his left hand was suddenly cold, and the coldness was very obvious in the scorching temperature. He took out his hand and saw that there was a gold ring on it.

This touch of gold moved him irresistibly, and when he turned around, his eyes quickly turned red, and he asked in a trembling voice: "What is this?"

Wen Xiaoyu kissed him at the corner of his eyes, and said, "My grandma left her an engagement gift for her granddaughter-in-law."